GUTTERMOUTH LYRICS - P. C

GUTTERMOUTH LYRICS

"P. C."

you know, what pisses me off more than anything is all these people who

aren't exactly politically correct. like the other day, i was out walking

my siberian-american huskies. and you know how canines are: they like to

sniff everything, including each other's butts. so some guy walks up and

he says, "get your dog's ass out of that other dog's nose!"



so, i replied, "how dare you call them dogs! they're siberian-american

huskies. that's like calling an african-american a black. or calling a

mexican-american a mexican. or calling a homosexual a stupid faggot!" it

pissed me off so much i got a nose ring, died my hair blue and moved to

san francisco!



my bus is broken down

my spirit's broken too

my girl's by my side

so i don't feel so blue

thirty miles more

to make it to the city

where junk is king

and the air smells shitty



what a friendly town

it really suits us well

it took some getting used to

that fucking hippy smell

everyone corrects me

every time i speak

i'm sick and fucking tired

of feeling like a stupid l. a. geek



i like it

i like it

i like it

i like it, yes i do



i say it's not an issue

it doesn't shed much light

on a global scale

it isn't worth the fight

the tongue that girl speaks

is forked to you and me

that bitch has got a problem

i think it's called p. c.